I think some of you paid a bit more attention to the language in yesterday’s post than I did. I was referencing a run with Billy and wrote “Just 8 miles.”
When this statement was pointed out to me in the comments, I laughed. When I started running in March, there was no way I could have pictured myself writing that. Just 8 miles. No way. I was gasping for air and dry heaving after 2 miles. A 4 mile trail run with my sister over the summer left me sore for days.
When Billy and I got home from our run, I made a comment about how when I ran 8 miles in the summer, I felt like I had heatstroke. Running the same course in 18 degree weather felt a bit more comfortable. By the way, a few days before the run with Billy, I told my sister that I would never run in 15 degree weather. I sure am getting close to that.
It’s all about perspective isn’t it? Time shifts our perspective. Overcoming challenges changes our perspective.
When I look back on survival mode, I can’t imagine how I made it through. I was there, I lived it, and I am still amazed. There were days during survival mode when I didn’t think I would make it through. Looking at what I still needed to accomplish was too overwhelming. I had to break it down. There were days that I couldn’t look past the next week. It was too big.
Lately, life has felt too big again.
My soul feels a little sore.
I have to break it down, day by day.
I have to start small, with that 2 mile run.